(Warning: this chapter contains mentions of self-harm. Proceed with caution.)
Lawrence reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, Molly, I don't mean to pry, but why do you keep checking your forearms all the time?"
She sighed. He's probably going to find out some day. And it'll just get worse the longer I keep it from him. It's best to just tell him now.
"Well, Lawrence, I..." She rolled back her sleeves, revealing the dozens of thin scars crisscrossing her forearms. All of which were self-inflicted.
His eyes widened in shock and he grabbed her wrists. "Molly! Why... why did you do this to yourself?!"
She shook her head, blowing a heavy breath out of her nose, and pulled her sleeves back down. "Before you guys tried to help me, I couldn't handle what the snake was throwing at me. So I... I... you know." Seeing the look on his face, she hastily added, "Don't worry, I'm not cutting myself anymore."
He reached out and pulled her into a tight hug. "Don't do that to yourself ever again, do you hear me? I don't want anyone to hurt you, least of all yourself."
She reached up and gently stroked his cheek, a small smile on her face. "I know you wouldn't."
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